Douluo Continent: Tonight, a Fairy Tale Descends.

He looked at her as if she were an equal, someone with whom he could exchange ideas.

He would patiently explain those dry and profound theories to her, and when she encountered confusion in her cultivation, he would use his seemingly unorthodox but often incisive theories to inspire her.

They spent countless afternoons together in the library, sunlight streaming through the stained-glass windows and casting dappled shadows on his focused profile.

The air was filled with the unique scent of old books and ink sticks, as well as his gentle, deep voice.

Her brother Xiaogang would struggle with a difficult theoretical problem, pulling at his hair, but his eyes would light up instantly when he thought of a possible direction, like a child who had found a favorite toy.

He would blush and awkwardly invite her to sneak out to see the lantern festival in Tiandou City next time. He said the lanterns there were different from the ones she usually encountered.

At that time, Bibi Dong was happy, with the shyness and anticipation of a young girl.

It was as if, beyond that cold, saintly identity, she had finally touched upon a trace of ordinary, warm, and human touch.

Bibi Dong always thought that Yu Xiaogang was so talented.

If his theories could be proven, they would be enough to change the entire landscape of the Soul Master world. If it weren't for that damned restriction of the Martial Soul, with his wisdom and comprehension, his achievements would definitely not be low, and perhaps... he could even gain the favor of the gods and undergo divine trials, just like her.

But there are no "what ifs".

All the beauty was utterly shattered by her teacher, the former Pope Qian Xunji, in the cruelest and dirtiest way.

The teacher whom Bibi Dong once respected and regarded as a father figure used the most direct force to tear apart her budding love and completely distort her life trajectory.

Thinking of this, Bibi Dong felt a sharp pain in her chest, as if an invisible hand had gripped her heart, making it difficult for her to breathe. Her fingers, which were holding the pill, tightened unconsciously, and her knuckles turned white from the force.

Her little brother Gang...

They should have had completely different lives. Perhaps ordinary, but certainly happy.

Instead of being trapped under the label of "useless," drifting aimlessly and aimlessly.

The other is trapped in this magnificent yet chilling Papal Palace, consumed day and night by hatred and darkness, his heart riddled with holes and unrecognizable.

If it weren't for Chihiro... if it weren't for him!

An intense hatred, almost tangible, surged from the depths of Bibi Dong's eyes, threatening to shatter the calm facade that maintained the Pope's dignity.

Her aura became slightly disordered due to the intense fluctuations in her emotions, and a heart-pounding sense of oppression filled the air.

After a long while, Bibi Dong forced herself to suppress the surging murderous intent and resentment deep within her heart.

His gaze returned to the pill in his palm, his eyes becoming complex and confused.

She got the elixir.

But then what?

How should she give him this elixir?

How many years has it been since they last saw each other? More than a decade? Or even longer?

As time passed, things changed. She was no longer the innocent and carefree Holy Maiden of the Spirit Hall, but the Pope of the Spirit Hall with blood on her hands and a heart filled with darkness.

And him? Is he still that young man who was obsessed with theory and had clear, bright eyes?

Bibi Dong dared not inquire about Yu Xiaogang's whereabouts, fearing it would cause her even more pain.

Therefore, she didn't even know where he was or how he was doing.

Moreover, under what identity and for what reason should she send out this elixir?

Bibi Dong, the Pope of the Spirit Hall, bestowed a precious pill upon Yu Xiaogang, the son of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Clan's leader.

How ridiculous and how pathetic this sounds.

Would someone as proud and sensitive as him accept it?

Or will you still feel that this is charity, pity, or humiliation from her, the betrayer?

The thought of Yu Xiaogang's potentially hurtful, distant, and wary gaze sent a shiver down Bibi Dong's spine.

She discovered that even with supreme power and the strength to shake the continent, she was still like a timid little girl when faced with this long-buried love, feeling anxious, insecure, and at a loss.

This tiny pill, however, weighed over a thousand pounds in her hand at that moment.

To send it or not to send it?

How should I deliver it?

Bibi Dong fell into a long silence.

……

The secret chamber of the Crown Prince's residence in Tiandou City.

Qian Renxue put down the secret report about the retrieval of internal resources of the Spirit Hall, her fingertips tapping lightly on the table, a lingering doubt between her brows.

"Soul Power Breakthrough Pill..." she murmured to herself, her clear, cold voice echoing in the secret room.

"It's only effective for low-level Soul Masters facing bottlenecks, so why would she specially order this kind of pill?"

Qian Renxue's first thought was that Bibi Dong had encountered an insurmountable obstacle in her cultivation and needed to rely on external forces.

But she dismissed the thought as soon as it arose. Bibi Dong's strength was unfathomable; she had already reached the pinnacle of the continent. How could such a pill, which only worked on low-level Soul Masters, possibly be effective against her?

If it wasn't for himself, then for whom?

Qian Renxue's mind flashed through the images of several young core disciples within the Spirit Hall, but she immediately shook her head.

Those people are all quite talented; they can simply follow the proper training methods and don't need such targeted, customized pills at all.

Bibi Dong was not the kind of person who would go to great lengths to obtain custom-made pills for ordinary disciples.

She understood that woman: calm, rational, even ruthless. Everything she did was driven by a clear purpose.

Such elaborate preparations must indicate that the object is extremely special.

But Qian Renxue considered all the possible candidates and couldn't find a reasonable explanation.

An indescribable sense of unease lingered in her mind, as if she had overlooked some important information. This feeling of being out of control over the unknown made her very uncomfortable.

……

In the Heavenly Beacon Palace, there is a secluded corridor.

Qian Daoliu stood with his hands behind his back, seemingly admiring the scenery in the courtyard, but his mind had already wandered far away.

As the Grand Elder of the Spirit Hall, even though he is currently stationed at the Heaven Dou Imperial Palace teaching Snow White, important developments within the Spirit Hall will still be communicated to him immediately.

Naturally, this also includes information about Bibi Dong's custom-made Soul Power Breakthrough Pill.

Upon hearing this news, Qian Daoliu's usually gentle and calm face instantly darkened, and he let out a barely audible snort.

Chapter 146 Divine Dragon Xisu

A clear look of disgust and anger flashed in the depths of Qian Daoliu's eyes, which were weathered by time and seemed murky but were actually sharp.

He determined the ownership of the elixir almost without thinking.

Yu Xiaogang.

That name, like an old thorn, is stuck in Qian Daoliu's heart. Although it is not fatal, it makes him feel disgusted every time he thinks of it.

A useless person whose martial soul has mutated malignantly and whose soul power can never break through level 30 in his lifetime! A so-called "theoretical master" who only knows how to talk big while holding a few tattered books, but can't even solve his own problems!

To this day, he still can't understand how Bibi Dong, who was once incredibly talented and highly regarded by the Spirit Hall, could have fallen for such a person.

What angered him even more was that, after so many years, that woman, now the Pope of the Spirit Hall, still couldn't forget that good-for-nothing.

For his sake, they spared no expense in using the resources of the Spirit Hall to obtain custom-made pills from Ge Duo.

Has she forgotten her identity? Has she forgotten the dignity of the Spirit Hall?

An unnamed anger instantly surged in Qian Daoliu's chest. He felt sorry for his son, Qian Xunji, and also felt a pang of sorrow that the Spirit Hall was now controlled by such an emotional woman.

But in the end, he did nothing.

Times have changed. Bibi Dong is now the Pope of the Spirit Hall, holding a prestigious position and possessing unfathomable strength. Although he is a Grand Elder, he cannot interfere too much with the Pope's decisions.

But that dissatisfaction and contempt, like sediment settling in, grew thicker in his heart.

……

The focus shifts back to the Heavenly Dou Royal Academy.

Within the Heavenly Dou Royal Academy, since Lin Wan turned the tide of the competition a few months ago, his popularity within the academy has skyrocketed to an astonishing level.

Walking on the stone-paved path of the academy, whenever a student encounters him, regardless of gender, their gaze will linger on him for a moment. The hushed discussions and the glances mixed with admiration, envy, and even a hint of love have almost become the background noise of his daily life.

Many bold female students would blush and run up to him to give him exquisitely packaged little gifts or letters, and then run away as quickly as a startled deer before he could respond.

Despite the sudden surge of attention, Lin Wan maintained her usual calm and even somewhat lazy demeanor on the surface, but her heart was not unmoved.

Of course, what he cares about is not the adulation and attention, but the more tangible things that come with it.

Back in his private dormitory, Lin Wan locked the door and carefully checked the windows and curtains to make sure there was no possibility of being spied on before slowly sitting down on the soft cushion in the center of the room and gently closing his eyes.

As consciousness sank deep into the mind, the system interface, radiating a faint light, emerged.

His gaze fell directly on the reputation value at the top of the interface, a number that made him feel more at ease and grounded than the ethereal popularity.

At this moment, the number had increased several times compared to before the exchange competition, and the long string of numbers made Lin Wan feel quite wonderful.

Time waits for no one.

Lin Wan understood this principle well. Reputation points were just numbers in hand; only when they were spent and transformed into real power did they become true capital.

Without hesitation, he activated the system's lottery function. A virtual roulette wheel with flowing light appeared in his mind, and then began to spin continuously, accompanied by vibrations that only he could perceive.

"Ten consecutive draws".

A flash of light appeared, and a series of notification messages quickly appeared.

【金幣+10】【金幣+10】【魔毯+1】【金幣+10】【清潔卡（一次性）】【金幣+10】【精力藥劑（小）*3】【金幣+10】……

After several ten-pulls, what he saw were mostly gold soul coins and some flashy-looking gadgets that didn't actually improve his current strength much.

The magic carpet is quite interesting; it could be a suitable means of transportation.

After several ten-pulls, Lin Wan's initial anticipation gradually subsided, and she even became somewhat numb.

That's how lotteries are; most of the time, they're just a guaranteed prize or filler.

He patiently continued to invest reputation points, watching the wheel spin again and again.

Finally, as the glow of a ten-pull gradually faded, a unique radiance, different from that of gold coins and ordinary items, flashed briefly.

【Six the Dragon (from The Legend of the Dragon)】

The moment the notification sound ended, a card depicting a dragon egg covered in strange patterns and emitting a faint glow floated in his system space.

"Ooh!"

Even Lin Wan, who is usually calm and composed even in the face of a collapsing mountain, couldn't help but murmur aloud, her eyes flashing with barely suppressed surprise.

I drew another character card! Great! Great! Really great!

After drawing a series of items and gold coins, Lin Wan finally got a character card. His eyes welled up with tears. It had been a long time since he had drawn a new character card.

This feeling of rain after a long drought is enough to sweep away all the frustration of drawing junk items.

He eagerly focused his attention on the card, examining the detailed information about his new partner.

Character: Hessus

Race: Water Dragon

Source: The Legend of the Dragon

Status: Dragon egg (unhatched)

Background: Five hundred years ago, a country called Dragon's Blessing Land was threatened by a dark force known as the "Black Demon".

This terrifying power originates from humanity's endless strife and distrust, capable of devouring all life and turning it into cold stone.

To protect the humans who depend on them, the great dragons stepped forward and waged a fierce and tragic battle against the dark demons.

However, the power of the Dark Lord was too terrifying, and the vast majority of the dragons were devoured in the battle and turned into stone statues.

In the final battle, Shenron Helios and her brothers and sisters combined all their magical power to create the Dragon Balls, a precious treasure containing the world's last hope. They ultimately defeated the Dark Lord and saved the world.

But the price was heavy. All of Hispani's brothers and sisters died from exhaustion, and Hispani himself was also exhausted, falling into a long slumber and becoming the last dragon in the world.

"The Legend of the Dragon... the last dragon..." Lin Wan murmured, digesting the information.